She refuses... And suffers a great indignity

"I told you idiots, I'm NOT using that freaking potty!" Vanessa snapped, stomping her bare foot. "Now let me go!"

"Very well then." The manager said with a nod, pulling out a clipboard and marking an "X" in one of the boxes. "I'm afraid that I have to mark you down as incapable of going potty."

"Yeah, so what if you - "

Before Vanessa could finish, the manager pressed a button on the wall. After a few seconds, two robotic arms came out of the wall and grabbed Vanessa. One hand wrapped itself around her ankles while the other hand wrapped itself around her wrists before lifting her arms over her head.

"What the actual - " Vanessa screamed, only to be cut off as two more robotic arms came down from the ceiling, the one one the left jamming a pacifier in her mouth.

The former CEO let out a string of muffled obscenities as the hand on the right brandished a pair of scissors. Vanessa's eyes widened in terror as the scissors approached her, cutting off her bra with one snip. Vanessa screamed behind the pacifier as the scissors reached down and snipped her underwear off, revealing her hairy privates.

She was naked!

"Oh, that won't do..." The manager said as she pressed another button, causing two more robotic arms to emerge from the floor. Vanessa squealed as she saw one holding a razor and shaving cream while the other held a tube that read, "Permanent Hair Growth Destroyer".

Within seconds, Vanessa's privates were shaved bare as the cream from the tube was applied. After that was done, the former CEO was laid out on a table, pinned down by three of arms. Another arm pulled out another tube of cream as it applied it to Vanessa's breasts. Vanessa screamed in terror behind the pacifier as she read what was on the label: "Breasts Shrinking Cream"!

Vanessa whimpered as she felt her D cups begin to tingle. Soon they became C cups. Then B's. Then A's. Then AA's. It was only when they became measly bug bites half the size of dimes that the tingling stopped. Vanessa began to wail loudly at this turn of events.

"This can't possibly get any worse!" Vanessa cried from behind the pacifier, her words muffled.

That was when another hand grabbed Vanessa's ankles and lifted her butt into the air, a second hand powdering her naked butt and privates with white powder. A third hand then slid something under the former CEO's butt as the first hand sat her back down on to it, Vanessa gasping as she felt her skin make contact with plastic.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" Vanessa cried as the first hand let go of her ankles and proceeded to diaper the former CEO, taping the sides together tightly.

The arms then sat Vanessa up on the table, still keeping the mortified woman in place, as another hand placed a bowl over her head, covering her eyes. It wasn't until she heard the scissors again and felt something fall down her back that she realized what was going on.

"Not my hair! NOT MY HAIR!" Vanessa wailed behind the pacifier as the bowl was soon removed, revealing a bowl-cut hairstyle. Things only got worse as two more hands grabbed what was left of her hair and tied it into a pair of girlish pigtails.

Finally, two of the arms pulled out a shirt that had a picture of Barney the Dinosaur on the front and slid it over Vanessa's head, sliding her arms through the arm holes. If that wasn't bad enough, the shirt only came down to above her bellybutton, not even bothering to cover the diaper.

Soon, the hands grabbed Vanessa and picked her up off the table, dropping her on her diapered butt in front of the manager before returning to the vents where they came.

"Congratulations!" The manager said with a smirk, "You're the first person we've ever tried that one. Most people just use the training potty and get the humiliation over with."